LOGINKnox wiped his lips with the back of his hand, the taste of whiskey still lingering from the glass he'd just downed upstairs. He turned sharply and walked toward the back of the mansion, his footsteps echoing through the dimly lit hallway. The place was quiet now, too quiet, like the calm before another storm. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small black remote. With a quick press of his thumb, a hidden panel in the floor slid open smoothly, revealing a set of narrow concrete steps descending into darkness. He glanced over his shoulder once, making sure no one else was around, then carefully climbed down. The air grew cooler and damper as he went, carrying that familiar underground mustiness mixed with the sharp scent of fear and sweat. At the bottom, a heavy metal door waited. Knox pushed it open, stepping into the dimly lit chamber. Two of his men stood guard on either side of a figure tied to a metal chair in the center of the room. The capti
Kendra smirked at first, then let out a bitter chuckle. “How did he even know that's my favourite car?” She asked no one but herself, her voice low and she sounded annoyed. She squeezed the card tightly in her hand, almost crushing it. “This man has to learn that I'm not interested in him. Why would he send a car? Does he think this will change anything?” She took the flower bouquet from the driver and the car key as well, feeling a mix of anger and confusion. “Did you inspect the car?” She asked suspiciously. “Yes Ma'am, it's safe,” the driver replied right away. “Get an escort quickly for me,” she ordered, and the driver nodded before walking off to arrange one of the other cars in the park. Kendra entered the new car, shutting the door with a bit more force than necessary. She started the engine, listening to it purr smoothly. It was a nice car, she had to admit, but that didn't make her any happier about who sent it. She drove straight to Knox’s mansion, with her
Kendra was dressed in a pencil red green skirt suit. She stood in front of the big mirror in her luxurious bedroom, straightening her tie carefully while staring at her own reflection. The suit hugged her figure perfectly, making her look powerful and elegant at the same time. “I can't believe I'm this beautiful,” she murmured to herself, touching her hair gently, running her fingers through the smooth strands. She turned her head from side to side, admiring how the light caught her features. It felt good to see herself like this, confident and put together. When she was still married to Richard, things were so different. She barely dressed up as this beautiful. Most days it was just simple gowns or sometimes she wouldn't even bother dressing up properly because she wasn't going anywhere special. Life back then felt like it was on pause, trapped in that marriage with no real excitement. But now, everything has changed. She was free, living in this big mansion on her island, and
[Harrington’s Mansion – Next Morning] Sunlight poured through the tall dining room windows, warming the long oak table where the Harrington family sat for breakfast. The smell of fresh coffee, toast, and eggs filled the air. Knox sat at one end, looking a little rough around the edges after another sleepless night. Across from him, his parents watched with quiet, knowing smiles. Little Liam, perched in his chair with his legs swinging, suddenly beamed at his father. “I love you, Daddy.” Knox’s expression softened instantly. He reached over and ruffled the boy’s dark hair. “Daddy loves you too, buddy. More than anything.” Mrs. Harrington exchanged a warm glance with her husband. They couldn’t stop watching the pair—Knox pulling Liam onto his lap, cutting up the last of the pancakes, and helping him take careful sips of water. It was rare to see their son like this: gentle, present, completely wrapped up in his little boy.“You both remind me of Knox’s childhood.” Mrs Harringt
Richard’s hand hung frozen in the air, inches from Freya’s face. His palm trembled with the force of everything he was holding back. For one terrifying second, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. Freya stared at him, her eyes wide and glistening. Her lips parted, but no words came out at first. Then, quietly, and brokenly, she whispered, “Go on then. Do it, hit me.” The words hit Richard like ice water. His eyes cleared just enough for horror to flood in. He jerked his hand back as if burned, lowering it to his side and clenching it into a tight fist. He stumbled backward a step, breathing hard. He has never raised his hand to hit a woman no matter how provoking the situation is. “Fuck… Freya, I...” His voice cracked. “I wasn’t going to… Christ, I don’t know what the hell just happened.” Freya didn’t move. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, as if trying to hold her own pieces together. A single tear slipped down her cheek, but she quickly wiped
Immediately Kendra stepped out of the elevator inside the mansion, Elena who had been pacing up and down in the living room, saw her, her eyes widening up in shock.“Miss Reens,” she called.Kendra looked up, to see her walking towards her, looking worried and sad.She was about to hug Kendra but she was fast enough to block the hug.“What's going on?” Kendra asked, holding her arms and Elena sniffed like a child.“The headlines said, your car…” Elena sobbed. “...it crashed, I thought you're gone, that I was never going to see you again.”Kendra dropped her arms, her lips parted in shock.“Miss, I was worried when you didn't pick my calls,” Elena cried . She couldn't control it .“Stop crying, Elena.” Kendra managed to say, though she felt something stirred inside her.Elena hugged her emotionally, while she just sighed letting her cry like a child who thought she lost her mommy.After that she walked Elena to the living room, made her drink water to calm her nerves.“I'm fine, nothin
In the third year of her marriage, Kendra Thompson discovered that her husband was cheating on her. Not only that, she found out he was cheating on her with her best friend. The woman she trusted more than anyone. The woman who had stood beside her on her wedding day, smiling and holding her bouq
Kendra's palm stung from the impact, the sharp crack echoing across the now-silent executive floor like a gunshot. Richard staggered back a step, his hand flying to his reddening cheek, eyes wide with shock and fury. For a second, the great Richard Thompson looked small—vulnerable, exposed under
Richard's fingers tightened around the documents. His face darkened with every page he turned. The confidence that had always surrounded him was beginning to crack."Kendra. What exactly are you trying to do? Because I chose your friend and you..."Kendra folded her arms. "No, no. If you'd rather c
Richard's hand froze where it rested on Freya's waist and Freya pulled away from the kiss. Freya's face drained of color when she saw Kendra, she stood up from his laps and Richard immediately stood from his chair. "Kendra—" Kendra simply stared at both of them, the sight before her should have







